StormySkies, BookII:CloudsOfRigorMortise

Donald Andrews’ Presents:
StormySkies,  Book Two:  Clouds of Rigor Mortise


I cannot speak.
My tounge doesn’t exist.
There was no heart,
In the mold of my existence,
And I haven’t any mind for love-
My only heartbeat,
Is the scratching of that pen,
Upon the pages of my own mind. . .
Like a mannequin,
I stand there...          
In department store window,
Cold and lonely and motionless.          
My emotions cannot escape me,
I watch as they all stare at me,
with frowns upon their lips...
         (extra verse),  April, 1999,